The Muse
Tuesday, 18 December 2012
The Muse: Love fantasy
The Muse: Love fantasy: While her busy work didn’t leave place for much dream, when she was at home, especially when she was on her own, she menta...
Love fantasy
While her busy
work didn’t leave place for much dream, when she was at home, especially when
she was on her own, she mentally recalled Ian s pretty face.
On her lost hours, she began fantasizing
about dating her mystery guest. She could have asked him at least about his
name, but Dolores was reserved and of shy temper. She thought that multiple
occasions would show up later.
However, life experience shows us that you
have to seize the opportunity when it presents to you, otherwise you might
never see it again.
“Tomorrow, I will speak to him”, Dolores said to herself on this late November
evening. Ian seemed to be in a hurry on this afternoon, he left the deli very
fast, running to the other side of the road. She just saw him vanishing away.
She then went to clean his table. Just
under his chair, she noticed some beautiful drawing. She kneeled down and had a
short look at it. She couldn’t believe what she just saw: the drawing reflected
her face in rich details.
“That’s
me!”, she said.
Under the
picture, it was written:
“I’m coming
from afar, I found my home
Oh
beautiful Muse, lets blend our destinies:”
“He loves me”, she gasped, totally in awe. High emotions began to
invade her, but she tried to contain them. The boss was getting impatient and
was asking her to serve two new clients that had just popped in.
“Hey, girl,
hurry up, customers are waiting!”
She folded
the paper and put it discretely in her jeans pocket.
In her head, all darkness had gone. She was
hearing sweet angel melodies. She couldn’t get that “He loves me, he loves
me!” out of her head.
She took a few commands, made some mistakes, and dropped some coffee on an angry customer. Aaron, Dolores boss was getting angry and told her to leave for today. She’d work more hours tomorrow, but for now, she was inefficient, so her boss called another waitress, Angela, to replace Dolores.
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by Isabelle Esling
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Sunday, 16 December 2012
The Muse: My beloved country
The Muse: My beloved country: The grass is always greener on the other side of the fence, until you reach the other side. Sometimes, we have all we need. We just don’...
My beloved country
The grass
is always greener on the other side of the fence, until you reach the other
side.
Sometimes,
we have all we need. We just don’t seem to know it.
Dolores
Dolores
Fernandez was born in the Spanish town of Murcia, as the fourth child of her
parents.
You’d never
guess Dolores Fernandez is Spanish. The 24 year old, tall, slim, green eyed,
blond haired girl doesn't look like the typical Spanish citizen, except maybe when she
has this special, warm, lively glance in her eyes reflecting her country’s
warmth.
She bathed into
a joyful atmosphere all her life. Nothing destined her to live elsewhere but in
Spain. She loved her country; she loved her environment, her relatives, her
friends, the sea, the mountains and the lovely food. Dolores graduated in
media, which allowed her to become a radio producer for national Spanish
channels.
Over the years,
she had developed wonderful photographic skills. She was a strong, independent
woman, working in media, but maybe too much influenced by the same media she
was working for.
Dolores had a
boyfriend, Javier. Despite the fact that they were nearly engaged, they didn’t
live together. Javier considered that it would be better for them to get
married and move together after ever.
Javier was a
tall boy, with long, dark, brown hair. He had a very calm temper and loved
Dolores a lot. When he was talking about her, he always referred to her as “my
future wife.”
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Saturday, 15 December 2012
The Muse: Meant to be together
The Muse: Meant to be together: Meant to be together Dolores couldn’t help but feel a little bit sad at this time of the year. Christmas was at the door, it was...
Meant to be together
Meant to be
together
Dolores couldn’t
help but feel a little bit sad at this time of the year. Christmas was at the
door, it was freezing outside, children were playing with the snow; some others
were building a happy snowman. The last client had gone. She was about to close
the store, it was now a quarter to eight.
She felt bored
at the thought of spending another Christmas with Tony and his parents. She
liked Tony, but she didn’t love him anymore. Three years had passed since she
met him for the first time in NYC.
At the
beginning, she loved his kindness and he was reassuring for a lost foreigner
like her in a big City such as New York. He was quite conventional, but a nice
and decent guy, the kind of guy she needed at this time. But now, she was
getting tired of her boring daily home routine.
She touched her
hair, mechanically, thinking of how life in her country would have been right
now. Her mind couldn’t concentrate properly; she dropped a coffee cup a client
had left on the table. Her mind was with him.
The handsome mystery man, the
one who had completely vanished from her deli three weeks ago still possessed
her mind.
“Oh, stop
it now, Dolores, you ll probably never see him again.”
Having washed
the last dishes, Dolores was about to get ready to go home. She fitted her hat
on her head; put some lipstick on her lips…The door of the deli opened
suddenly.
He was there, standing in front of her. He was looking
deep into her eyes, searching for some hidden answer. He was smiling nicely,
removing some snow flocks from his hair.
“Hello”, he
said, finally.” It’s been a long time.”
Dolores
froze. She was looking at her lovely stranger, her heart beating at fast rate.
She couldn’t speak, nor could she make any move. She was just staring at him,
lost in translation, lost in admiration, transported by the high feelings of
love.
He
approached her slowly, put his soft hands on her waist; his eyes were diving
into Dolores greenish glance. He stole her soft kiss. He then removed her hat,
caressed her soft, long, blond hair, giving her a passionate French kiss.
“Marry me”,
he whispered. “Please marry me, darling.”
She closed
her eyes. She realized she loved a total stranger. It came to her mind that she
didn’t even know his name. He didn’t know how she was called either…but in this
unique moment, their hearts were melting, glowing in the dark winter night. She
was feeling euphoric.
Dolores
kissed him back and gently whispered: “I ll marry you, my sweet darling.”
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